Chapter Thirteen: After The Party

Scott and I were lying in bed; getting down from our post-orgasmic highs. We had been talking for at least 20 minutes. God, it was great to just be able to lie down and talk about whatever we wanted. I mean, with some people, sex is orgasm, turn around and go to sleep. But Scott and I were real.

Scott put his hand on my thigh, “I'm so glad you chose me over Scott, Gabriel”.

“What?” I turned my head to see what Scott was talking about. But it wasn't Scott anymore; it was Andrew. There was a deep contented smile on his face. He leaned forward and slowly kissed me. I didn't want to be kissed, my mind was telling me, “No!” but I just sunk into it. Soon, the kiss became more aggressive and more needy. He started to grab towards my penis and I woke up with a start.

Looking around to see where I was and if Andrew was still here, I saw Scott and Chris in bed with me and an empty room, with an open window. As I sat up more, I noticed the smell of rain. The clock told me that it was 4:27 . The sky was light, but the sun hadn't shown itself yet.

God, that was a weird dream. Well the dream was really weird but I think I can handle everything. My thoughts were momentarily jarred by Scott kicking in his sleep. Scott was mumbling incoherently about something or another. God, he is so cute when he sleeps. I wish I could stay like this forever. Maybe not, I became hungry and decided to go downstairs and get some yogurt.

On the last step, I noticed a balled up form resting in a chair by a window. I could not see very well yet, so I squinted to see who it was. Brown hair, dimples . . . Andrew. Augh!! He had a dream too. Well, I'll just sneak by to get some yogurt.

“Hey Gabriel.” Blast! “The yogurt's gone. All that's left is the low fat plain stuff that your mom likes.”

God, he does know me well. “What a second- How do you know that?”

“I can still remember you and I sneaking off in the middle of the night to get yogurt out of the refrigerator.”

Hehe, good times. “Oh yeah, heh, God, I can barely remember that.”

“Yeah, well, I do.” He said, “You would wake me up whenever you had a bad dream and we would sneak down like it was some sort of military operation. Then, when we got back upstairs and wrestled around before we finally ate our yogurt and went back to sleep.”

Geez, I have have forgotten a lot more than I thought. But I guess if you forget something, you really can't remember it again, or think about it when it's forgotten. C'est la ve. But I can remember the times we had. A lot of them.

“Heh,” I stated, “We did have a lot of fun. Didn't we?”

“Yep,” Andrew concured, “We did.”

“So why are you up so early, Andrew?” I asked him.

“No reason,” He replied, “Couldn't sleep.”

“Ah, Another bad dream?” He'll probably say yes. I had one after all.

“How'd you know?” Aha! I was right.

“Com'on dude,” I said, “We have that freaky connection, remember?”

There was a snile at the edge of his lips. “Oh yeah, I forgot about that.”

“Yeah, well . . .” The clock was blinking. God, did we just have a power outage? “The game's afoot. What was this one about?”

“Uhhh . . .” Andrew looked down at the ground like he was embarassed to talk about it. It was like the one I had. I knew it! Well, I didn't know it, but it kinda figured that they would be similar.

A few moments of silence passed. “So, are you going to tell me, or what?”

More silence . . . A strong gust of wind came in and knocked some spices down off of a rack. Something to keep me occupied, I thought as I picked up the bottles of spice and wine, that Andrew had consumed. After I sat back down, I noticed Andrew looking up at me. His cheeks were now streaked with tears. They formed clear lines, away from where he had gotten drunk last night.

“What's wrong, Adnrew?” I asked.

“I can't take it Gabe.” He started to break down. “I can't stop thinking this way. I know you love Scott, but I really like you too. And it hurts so much to be near you when you and Scott have something I want so bad.”

I took Andrew and held him close to me as he just let loose. His sobs were so strong and had so much emotion in them. They were almost as strong as when Scott had lost his parents. He was talking too. I couldn't tell what Andrew was saying though, his sobs were too loud and forceful to catch very much.

I almost cried too. There was such a cute guy in my arms. He was my former friend, and my former lover. And now he was crying on the person who had broken his heart. It's so amazing how, guys are usually so calm or angry or soemthing. But when he's with someone he can really confide in, they really let loose with the tears.

Andrew was crying for a good 20 minutes. The clock was now blinking “ 12:21 ”. My shirt was saturated with tears and clinging to my body. He was still hanging on to me like our lives depended on it. God, it felt so good for someone to want me like Andrew did. Not only want me sexually, but emotionally too. I mean, I have two guys who are in love with me right now, and who would give me the world on a platter if I asked.

A few more minutes passed with us holding each other. Andrew made his final sniffle and looked up at me. He smiled up to me, showing his cute dimples that I remembered from shildhood. But now, I didn't see him as the 14 year old Andrew who had just had his heartbroken. I saw him as the 9 year-old Andrew who had just found his heart with another boy. God, I just wanted to plunge down and taste what I had been missing for so long. For what I had been trying to find for so long. But I've found it already, haven't I?

I mean, I could have my old love back. Someone who knows about my past and about who I am deep inside. Or I can have someone that just came into my life and fell in love with. But I have to be faithful, right? Right! So it's already a closed subject then.

“Better?” I asked Andrew.

“Yeah,” He affirmed, “I am. I still miss you though, man.”

“I know, I miss you too, dude.” I agreed.

Slowly, he leaned up and applied a tentative kiss on my lips. Ah, I've missed that. I kissed back, trying to feel all I could from my initial contact with him. Then, slowly, he parted his lips to let my tongue explore his mouth in a full french. He ran his hands along my back and up my shirt. I took his shirt off, looking at his body. He wasn't very muscular, bet hey, who is at 14? Slowly, he moved to reposses the kiss that he started. Well, he didn't just reclaim it, he took it in a new direction . . . down south. He slowly made his way down my neck and through my chest.

“Mmmm . . . Andrew.” I moaned as he played with my nipples through my shirt.

Foreplay, hmmm . . . Scott didn't do it like this with me. I didn't even know nipples could make people feel this way! Next, he pushed my shirt up and moved down my love path to the edge of my boxers . . .

“No Andrew,” I stopped him. Stupid!!, I scolded myself. “Scott.”

He instantly understood what I was saying and stopped. “Okay, I understand.”

Oh great! I broke him a second time!! “No, no, no! Don't be sad. It's not you. I just am involved with Scott and it wouldn't be right to do something with you. Sorry.”

“Yeah, It's cool.” He gave me a disapointed smile.

“I guess I should go upstairs to see how Scott and Chris are.” I got up and started to climb the stairs.

“Yeah, I oughta go get Brett. Where is he, by the way?” Andrew asked.

“Hmmm . . . “ Where could he be? “He's probably found his way to my parents' room. Go check in there.”

Andrew and I left the room in different directions with different purposes. I was heading up to Scott to find some sort of comfortable spot. And Andrew was going to go find Brett, who is probably just getting off of his post-high. Scott was sitting up in bed and Chris was on the floor, I later found out that Scott had shoved him off.

“Hey Gabe!” Scott's eyes lit up when I entered the room. “Where were you?”

“I was downstairs getting some yogurt.” I wiped my lips. Maybe there was still residue from Andrew. “When did you wake up?”

“When Chris over there decided to give me a rude awakening with a wet willy!” Scott threw a pillow at Chris.

We all busted up laughing. God, two 14 year olds guys giving eachother wet willies. Not the sexual type! When you wet your finger and stick it in someone's ear. It feels hella weird and makes people freak out, not me, at least.

“Geez,” I exclaimed, “Better than a wet winky!”

The 6 year old terminoligy sent us all laughing again. “I'm not sure I would object to it very much.” Scott said, “But then again, you might use your teeth. I've seen you eat corn on the cob!”

That sent us into more laughter. Brett and Andrew came in. Brett's eyes were all puffy and they were both wondering what we were laughing about.

“We missed something, didn't we?” Brett asked.

“Damn it” Andrew exclaimed, “I go to wake your lazy ass up dodge your twig of a stick and then get you dressed enough to come upstairs!”

Chris jumped up and grabbed the bulge in Brett's boxers. “Hey, it's gotta be at least 4 inches hard.”

Brett looked shocked and turned a shade of deep crimson. “Hey! Once you get it reeved up, ya gotta make sure it goes back down.”

“Okay . . .” Chris pulled down Brett's boxers, allowing his penis to pop out, and slowly started pulling on him. Chris was right, Brett's penis was about 4 ½ inches long. But it was fat!

Oh yeah! I need to stop this! I am supposed to be responsible. But it looks like so much fun! Damn it! Stupid morals! “Sorry boys, you gotta check into the hotel before you get to use the bed.”

“Awww!” Brett and Chris said, sighing.

Brett pulled his boxers back up and tried to hide his erection.

“Yeah, well,” Andrew started, “I was involve so you'd have to stop anyway.”

“Keep wishing dude.” Chris said. “Brett's mine.”

Chris pulled Brett in and gave him a bear hug from behind.

“I wasn't saying that I have my sights set one someone else anyway.” Andrew said.

Scott was suddenly interested, “Anyone special?”

“Yeah, someone really special.” Andrew blushed.

“More special than my man?” Scott hugged me, from behind as well.

“Well,” he grimaced, “Not more special. Maybe as special as Gabe.”

Oh god, they were fighting over me without knowing it. Andrew was really in the spotlight and Scott was just trying to score more points with me.

“Oh well,” I interupted, “It doesn't really matter. I'm sure we'll know who he is when they hook up.” Was I just supplying Andrew with false hope? If I was giving him hope, would it even be false? “We need to decide what we have to do today.”

“I have to go volunteer at my mom's work for community service hours.” Chris said.

After no one else said anything I asked what everyone would want to do . . . .